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A pool of thin, dark red blood circled around the bathroom floor. In the middle of it all stood Gerard, his life slowly leaking out of him. Blood flooded the place; dripping down the sink and leaking on the floor. His arms were covered in scars, all with jagged rips and tears. Some were in different directions, some longer then others. The skin that was left was very thin; you could almost see his popped veins underneath the blood. Loosely griped in his hand was a knife, with sharp edges and a pointy tip. That was the weapon he used to commit suicide.

I jerked up in bed, throwing the covers off of her. My face was covered in sweat and her throat felt dry and scratchy, like I had been crying in my dream. I only remembered one thing: blood.
I turned to Gerard, who was peacefully sleeping next to me. His sleeve still covered his wrists. His breathing pattern relaxed me. I gently touched his soft skin that was hidden behind his hair. He smiled like an angel in his sleep.
I will never let you die.